Best Poked Poems

Today was a good day

Today he walked on legs unbent
And erect spine of a man intent

On stilling the cacaphony of monotony
And smoothing the callouses of...

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A crazy old man once told me,
“Heaven is made of the things you give away.”
It appeared he was next in line for heaven
as he had...

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TEDDY AND I 

Teddy is my childhood cuddly toy,
Who brought me a lifetime of joy,
He listened to all my baby cries,
Biding his time to reveal
His...

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Tears of joy streak down
My dust covered face
As I just wandered by and witnessed
The utmost glorious grace

Just three days ago
I watched them crucify
The son of...

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A Magic Adventure of Peter The Pan/AKA Peta The Fwying Pan

Peter was a fine young pan with blue eyes
Like all the other pans his age,...

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Friendship
Up the road, from where we lived, two children came to stay
My parents knew their grandma well, they talked 'most every day
A happy boy, a...

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We took mason jars
and poked small holes in their lids;
then went out into
those long hot summer nights as
childhood flickered around us.

We couldn’t hold youth
any more...

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He poked his head
betwix mine write
for the likes of I
to address his query

"Do I blend in
Pops
do my words
sense"

The tears 
fell...

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Mister Joe, poet, jangles loose change in his pocket,
Jogging memories and garnering thoughts as he walks.
For Mr. Joe's brain washes, tumbles and dries,
his gems of...

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It was our third-grade field trip to the Dinosaur Exhibit
We would be touring all the lands that dinosaurs inhibit
I remember the teacher saying “keep your...

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Starkle, Starkle Little Twink


Starkle, starkle little twink
what the hell you are, I think
tantalizing hanging moon
rocking chair or empty spoon.

Twinkle, twinkle, ain’t you cute
glitter on night’s...

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The Leprechaun.

. 
Run, run, run as fast as you can...
I'm still gonna get you, my little green man...
I grabbed on to the gold buckle on...

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He poked the sleepy fire 
Then sat back in his chair
Removed his reading glasses 
Brushed back his cotton hair
A quick glance out the window 
Wishing...

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An all-but-empty Interstate stretches
straight, streaking horizon to horizon:
it is a ribbon with no bow, wrapping
northern Nevada. The eye fixes
on absent fences, looks for limits,
scans scenery...

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You used to look at me.

You glanced upon my ripened, caramel skin
With palpitated affirmations
Of your smile

Love
Friendship

Inebriated

Your titanium pupils
Illuminating across Merlot filled chalices

Another umbrella drop
Another hungry...

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